Feeling Restless

I'm loving the fashion this season! Its gone in so many different directions that whatever your style is, there's something to inspire. Colors are bold, monochromatic; bright leggings worn under short shorts; crazy strapping shoes with peep toes; big belts, statement necklaces, bold makeup - the time to experiment is now! Unfortunately, my closet consist mostly of tees and cardigans that Mike has dubbed "grandma wear". Its time to dig deep into territory unknown (read: clothes I haven't worn in ages) and change things up, clash and match. I'm thinking this Saturday. Who's with me?

Some images to get you going:







Photo Cred: Fashion is Spinach, Because I'm Addicted

"A person who farts is a beautiful person" - my mom paraphrased. Doesn't sound as poetic in English but come to think of it, it was never poetic

Today, I compared my writing to a fart. Actually, it was more like "if you farted in a cup, sealed it, put it in the fridge then opened it a couple days later".

Thats when you know you're writing a masterpiece.

Blast from the Past

Since my Michael Scott moment was enjoyed by all (or at least by 1), I'm posting the original Michael Scott moment that I posted on Xanga way back. Almost a year ago yet still just as embarrassing.

Yesterday, I gave a presentation on social networking at our company's Tech Day. One of the slides I had included was a screen shot of the Facebook profile of one of the partners in my firm, one who's profile picture happened to be of him in his bathing suit, underwater. Funny? I certainly thought so. That is until I found out that the partner was in the audience during the next presentation. After breaking out in a cold sweat from realizing my fatal mistake, I decided to introduce myself during the break and try to make light of the whole situation. Turns out he had missed my presentation. Good going, Minsun. As I was explaining how I posted his profile as a way to encourage the audience to sign up, he brought up his underwater-bathing suit picture. And being the cool-calm-and-collected person that I was, I said "Yeah, I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on." Awkward...

Beauty Tip of the Day

If you often get razor bumps after shaving, try shaving in the direction of the hair growth instead of against. The closeness of the shave shouldn't be noticeably different but will hopefully help with the irritation. Another tip, use a scrub (preferably a sugar-based scrub since they tend to moisturize) before shaving. It'll wipe away the dull skin so you can get a closer shave.

My Michael Scott Moment

Today, I experienced what I like to call a "Michael Scott Moment". Before I go into details, let me explain what a "Michael Scott Moment" is. Michael Scott is a character from my favorite show, "The Office" (Best.Show. Ever.) and as you can infer from the title, it takes place in the office of a paper company. The office is headed by a man named Michael Scott, an arrogant, socially awkward, desperate but deep down nice guy who makes inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times. Insted of laughs, Michael's jokes are met with an awkward silence and listeners just looking around as if to say, "did I just hear right? did he really say that?". Hilarious.

Anyway, back to the story. Its Saturday and I'm sitting in class, going on my sixth hour of lecture. The teacher is asking questions and selecting people to answer since it doesn't seem like anyone's read the book or are too tired to pay attention. Just as I'm about to check my Facebook for the seventeenth time, he decides to pose a question on me. Caught off guard, I give a quick answer and hope its right. I see him nod his head and take a sigh of relief. But instead of moving on to the next person, he turns to me and says "Yes, but there's more". Quick thinking and cat like reflexes are not my friend as I humorously say, "Thats all I've got". Like Michael Scott's jokes, mine was lost on him (and probably the rest of the class) and before I can open my mouth to say "Just kidding" and give a real answer, he's already given me that eee face (=|) and I'm done for the day. Yikes... Better start studying for the test now.

Curtains!

Mike just put up the curtains in our bedroom and they're gorgeous! They make the ceilings look sky high and bring a little drama to the room. They also make the room a little dark but once I put a ceiling light in, it should be ok. I also need to infuse more colors together but thats another story for a different day.

Come by and check them out!

First day and I almost didn't make it

I know the date says two days past the first entry but I like to write right before I go to bed so the dates won't always be consecutive. I feel like the kid thats running into class one minute after the bell ring, books falling out of his arms and yelling, "I'm here, I'm here" just as the teacher is about to mark him absent.

Anyway, today I'd like to address the financial crisis that America is facing. I know, its not the topic that I thought I would start out with either but ever since Little Bush interrupted my regularly scheduled television show, its been on my mind. Normally, I'm not a believer of the government partaking in people's daily affairs but in this situation, I agree that someone must step in before it gets any worse - and its definitely going to get worse. I do not oppose the $7o0 billion spending to bail out Wall Street but I can't help but wonder where that money will come from. Will taxes go up? Will defense contracts get cut? Will we finally take a good look at the budget and cut unnecessary spending regardless of our political agendas? With sky-high gas prices triggering rises in everyday costs from food to clothing, I don't think anyone can afford to pay more. Nor would it be fair to ask us to. After all, once the market starts realigning and the government begins to reap the benefits from its investment, do we get our money back? My money is on no...

So what's the solution? How will this $700 billion buy out affect us? Because I can guarantee that its going to affect us in one way or another. Can someone shed some light on this? Little Bush? Big Bush? Obama? McCain? Is anyone equipt to tell the truth?

"Sharing is Caring" - a kindergarten teacher. Could have very well been mine but considering I didn't know much English back then, not likely.

Hello!

I started this blog when I first got engaged - lots of things were running around in my head and I wanted to write them down, sort them out and share them with friends. Unfortunately, as you can tell, I didn't end up sharing very much. Lack of time (and the ability to tear myself away from television) got the best of me and the blog pretty much stayed dormant for most of my engagement. Now married and officially Mrs. Lee, I thought I was done with this blog and planned new blogs to start and not keep up. Depending on my mood and the position of the sun,visions of fashion blogs, design blogs, politically minded blogs, makeup on the cheap blogs danced in my head. However, being the always-the-planner-and-never-the-doer, I couldn't get past the first couple posts. Afraid that I would run out of material before I even started, I never started. However, the words in my head demanded to get out and with the encouragement of my husband, Mr. Lee, I decided to go ahead and start. And even though I am now officially a Mrs., I decided to keep this blog and continue from here. After all, I'm still trying to figure myself out, constantly over-analyzing and surprising myself just when I think I've got me nailed down So this is me, my thoughts, my mundane non-events, my odd sense of humor, my inner workings, my ever changing ideas, my rhyme, my reason. I'm going to try to blog everyday for the next year. Hopefully Apple will come out with an i-something so that this blog will become an extension of my brain and the words will be transcribed without me even lifting a finger. But even if that doesn't happen, for one year this is where I'll be. In return, I do ask (making a huge assumption that you'll find this blog entertaining and endearing), that you will encourage me by leaving comments here or telling me in person. And I'll do my best to be here - not always reasonable or funny or even comprehensible, but here talking mumbo-jumbo and screaming Geronimo.

Welcome.